A/N: They referenced Star Wars on Gilmore Girls! "What does a four foot tall mound of dirt have that just gets rid of all the other powers- the flashlight thingies, the mind-moving stuff?" "I have the high ground! I win!" It was just…awesome. And Lorelai said, "So join a website. There are thousands of 'your kind' out there debating all this stuff…" (or something like those not-exact quotes) Like me! And us! And yay! Oh, I have a little what-if to explore…something wakes Anakin up in the night…what doesn't he have? And what doesn't happen because of it?

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. My English teacher gave my vocabulary a 0 because I did the wrong words. How am I supposed to keep all this crap straight in my pounding, jumbled head, (or my messed up, tiny, assignment book? Vocab asst. is about all I can fit in. How'm I supposed to remember which one?) I offered to redo the assignment instead of the one we were doing today, which was the same list I did instead of the other one, but no. I don't think that's fair. Can all the people who've never screwed up please step forward? cricket noises. I thought so. Hmm, interestingly enough, I don't see my English teacher up here! Just, well, God. Huh. How strange. Did I make a point? (I know, this relates to my not owning Star Wars how, exactly?)

I wake up in the middle of the night. Kick…kick…kick… ow! I make a noise and wake Anakin up. "Aaah!" he yells, sitting up.

"Did you have a bad dream?" I ask.

"No…just a weird one. I was in this creepy hallway and it was all foggy and someone was yelling."

"I think even Freud would have a hard time with that one."

"Yeah…it was really odd," he says, running his hand through his hair. "Oh! Why did you wake up? Is something wrong? Is it the baby?" he starts to panic.

"Relax, Anakin. It just kicked me, is all, and it woke me up. Nothing bad. Here." I take his hand and place it over my stomach. The baby kicks again, and his face lights up. I smile. After a moment, I get up and stretch my arms above my head.

"Padmé! You'll stretch baby!" he cries. "Put your arms down!" I roll my eyes at him and go into the kitchen. "Don't walk that fast! You'll jiggle baby!" he calls. I laugh and ignore him. He is so funny.

The next morning, I awake to hear Anakin messing around in the kitchen. I yawn and follow the noise. I find him surrounded by the contents of all our drawers. Not quite awake yet, I automatically head over to the java machine to get a cup of coffee. I sip, and then sputter.

"Anakin!" I yell.

"What?"

"You switched my coffee!"

"You can't have caffeine. Baby'll have two heads." He informs me.

"And you'll have none if you don't give me back my coffee!" I tell him.

"You don't have a lightsaber."

"I can remedy that."

"How- what're you doing?" he asks as I walk up and kiss him, grabbing his lightsaber in the process. I take it and wave it in the air as I dance around the kitchen.

"Ha! Ha! HA! Give me the coffee or I'll throw this out the window," I threaten.

"I don't believe you," he says.

"Have fun explaining this to Obi-Wan, o ye of little faith," I say, opening the window and dangling his lightsaber hundreds of feet in the air. He uses the Force to call it back to him and shut the window.

"Now, now, little Ani, what would Master Obi-Wan say if he saw that?" I tease.

"Something much more mild than what he'd say if he saw this," he says, pulling me into a kiss.

"True enough," I breathe. We haven't addressed our problems yet, and I don't want to. I want to stay safe in this perfect moment, a moment of normalcy, of security, of precious ordinariness. I want time to stand still. But, I am after all the practical one. I have to go on, to function, to plan out life, so I am the one to shatter the peaceful moment.

"Anakin, what are we going to do about the baby?" I ask. His face changes to an expression of concern.

"You need to see a doctor," he tells me. I sigh.

"I know, but I can't see one here, everyone would know," I explain.

"We could buy a medical droid, it could examine you, then I could cut it into tiny little pieces," he suggests. I laugh.

"All right, but what about after the baby comes? It will be a scandal, me having a baby without an ostensible husband. I'll have to leave the Senate…" I trail off, noticing the puzzlement on his face.

"No! Padmé, you can't carry this alone."

"Anakin, I don't think you can do much about it," I joke, gesturing to my stomach.

"Padmé, we have to tell someone. You need to see a doctor. I mean, things happen…you need to be safe."

"A bit late for that," I joke again.

"Stop it, this isn't funny!" Something in his voice lets me know there is more he isn't telling me.

"Anakin, what is it? Something is bothering you," I say.

"It's…my dream. The person…she was yelling my name. And I think it was you."

"Wha- what?" I ask tremulously.

"I don't want you to be hurt!"

"Anakin, it's supposed to hurt!"

"I think we should tell someone!"

"Who? Obi-Wan?"

"No…I think we should tell Chancellor Palpatine."

Oh. Shit.